When I remember that a century
Has gone as wind-caught apple blossoms go
Since Joseph said, “To you I turn the key.
From this time forth intelligence shall flow,
And womanly, united hearts be bent
Toward charity. Let mercy be your shield
In bringing pain relief, the poor content;
And keep all doings in your bosom sealed,”
I feel the magnitude of this great plan
For human betterment – sense growth and scope,
To know of unpaid legions serving man
Sans thought of birth or creed gives me new hope
For this sad world by force and ignorance rocked –
Brave, privileged feet on paths that Jesus walked!